Page 15 of Right Pucking Daddy (Daddies of the League #7)

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Fucking priceless.

My head fell back, laughter howling from me at his ridiculous questions. I stalked forward and yanked him across the bed by his ankle. When he was close enough, I scooped him up and walked to the bathroom with him secure in my arms.

If I thought the owners of EDGE were brilliant before, I believe it even more so now.

I’d gone to the bathroom with the intent to warm the shower and lavish my new playmate and hopefully my future boy…

yes, I was rushing things, but I didn’t give a flying fuck…

with a hot shower to soothe all the aches and pains I knew he’d have.

Only that plan had flown out the fucking window when I flicked on the light and came face-to-face with a ginormous soaker tub big enough for a former hockey player and his boy.

Maybe if I keep saying it, I’ll manifest that destiny.

I wasn’t that hoo dooey, but if it got me this boy in my bed on the regular, I would embrace all the hinkiest shit I could find .

Well, maybe not the hinkiest because hockey players were some superstitious fuckers, and I’d seen some weird ass shit, but I’d go pretty far.

My eyes blinked open as the numbness in my arm and the weight against the front of my body registered in my sleep-fogged mind. The sun peeked through the heavy drapes, and I groaned as the sheer muted rays pierced my skull.

My body ached in ways I vaguely remembered when my sore dick made itself known as it hardened. The reason for the pain came to me in the form of soft snores interrupted by a whimper, a firm ass that cradled my cock, long auburn hair, and a strong, lithely muscled body.

I sent a ‘down boy’ to my dick. As sore as I was, the boy in front of me had to be doubly so.

My cock hadn’t had a workout like that in years, but I had a sneaking feeling last night was his first time, and I’d ridden him hard.

When I woke up in the middle of the night with him wrapped around me like a spider monkey, looking so sweet and innocent, I took him again. I had to.

Burying my nose in his hair, I took a deep breath and sighed. He smelled like the body wash from our bath, but he also smelled of sweat, cum, and me. I loved that he smelled of me. Of us.

Glancing at my watch, I sighed. As much as I’d love to hang around and spend the day getting to know him, Hawk was home alone.

“Aiden…”

“Hmm,” he moaned, turning over and cuddling into my chest .

“Baby boy, I’ve gotta go. I have to get home.”

His arm and leg wrapped around me, and he whined, “No. Don’t go. Let’s stay in bed all day.”

I laughed. “You don’t know how much I’d love that, but I gotta get home. My dog needs to be out.”

That got his attention. He shook his hair out of his face and looked up at me.

“You have a dog?”

I chuckled, and unable to help myself, I took his kiss-swollen mouth in a quick kiss. He was fucking irresistible.

“I do. His name is Hawk. He’s a Belgian Shepherd.”

His brow furrowed cutely. “What’s that?”

“Kinda like a German Shepherd.”

“I love dogs.”

“Do you have one?”

“No. Never.”

“I never liked them, or maybe it wasn’t that I didn’t like them, but more that I was too selfish to worry about caring for anything other than myself and whatever boy I was playing with at the time. Then a friend gave me Hawk, and that was it. We were inseparable.”

His brow pinched, and I kissed his forehead to distract him from asking whatever questions put that look on his face.

Questions I didn’t want to answer. Not yet.

If we played together again, I’d have to divulge a bit of my history, especially if we went out together.

I’d gotten pretty good at reading lips to help with my diminished hearing.

Last night in the club, I made sure to put his lips as close to my good ear as possible, so that I could hear him, but I couldn’t keep the vision and hearing issues under wraps for long.

Especially not if we went out. In a new area, I’d need Hawk, who’d need to wear his vest until the people in town got used to seeing us in their establishments.

He burrowed into my embrace, and I squeezed him to me as I glanced at the clock.

I shouldn’t feel this attached already, but I do.

And I didn’t fucking care. I saw him, and he appealed to me in a way no one ever had.

It didn’t fucking matter that he was the first guy I fucked since I got hurt and left the league.

I felt sure I’d feel the same if I’d still been fucking five to ten guys a week like I did when I was still playing.

This boy lit something inside me no one else ever had.

Yes, I’d always been a Daddy, but not like the one he made me crave being.

“The munch is in a few hours,” I said, trying to see if he’d be interested in meeting up after we both took care of our shit this morning.

“Have you ever been?”

“No. Have you?”

He shook his head, his lip finding its way between his teeth. “No. I thought about attending a munch first, but I couldn’t wait to see what the club was like.”

I chuckled. “Same. I’ve been to a bunch of clubs, but none that take privacy as seriously as this one. Plus, all the munches I’ve been to, everyone seemed to be on their best behavior, and it wasn’t a good way to judge the vibe if that makes any sense. ”

He nodded, looking up at me from beneath that fringe of lashes, and I kissed him. When we pulled apart, we were both panting, rock hard, and grinding into each other.

I groaned. “You are intoxicating and fucking dangerous.”

He kissed me, this one chaste when compared to all the other ones we’d shared.

When he pulled away, he rolled out of the bed on the opposite side.

He called over his shoulder, “I’m gonna run down to get the change of clothes I keep in my Jeep, then I need the bathroom, and you need to get going.

Because if we don’t leave the bed, I’m not gonna be held responsible for my actions. ”

He pulled on his clothes and boots before rushing out of the room. I got up and pissed, but was back in bed before he made it back to the room.

“Alright, Daddio, up and at ‘em. Time’s a wastin’ and your pup needs some love.”

He wasn’t wrong. But he made me feel like a shit Daddy because he was the one who made it happen, not me. While he pissed, I walked to the stack of clothing he took off me and folded last night. Other than doing up my pants and belt, all my clothes were on when he came back from the bathroom.

“It should be illegal for you to cover that body up with something as mundane as fabric,” he said, pausing in what he probably thought was out of arm’s reach. He was so fucking wrong.

I reached out, snagging his wrist and yanking him to me.

His body collided against mine with a soft thud.

The air whooshed from him as he gasped in surprise.

His steel gray eyes wide, and his mouth open in a perfect ‘O’ that reminded me of what a beautiful cocksucker he was.

I nipped his chin and continued along his jaw to his ear.

“I much prefer wearing you and nothing else,” I said, growling into his neck, as I gave it a gentle bite.

He giggled adorably. The sound went straight to my dick, which wasn’t fucking happy being in my briefs and pants. He could fucking get over it. I had a boy, too perfect that I couldn’t have even dreamed him up.

“I prefer that as well,” he whispered.

I dropped another kiss to his mouth before forcing myself to walk to the bathroom. When I came back, he was pulling his clothes off, and I wanted to growl, but curbed the urge and asked, “So, you wanna meet at the munch?”

He nodded enthusiastically. “I’d like that. I’m gonna shower before I head out, if that’s okay? I probably should’ve asked before I ran down for my bag.”

“That’s fine, baby boy. Stay as long as you want.” My words got lost against his mouth as I sipped at his lips, my tongue teasing his.

He murmured, “I’ll be gone before check out. And thank you.”

We shared a few more kisses before I managed to pull myself away. It was still early yet, but I needed to get a move on if I was going to make it to the munch on time. I needed a shower, but first Hawk needed let out, fed, and some energy run off before I put him in his harness.

Back at the house, my furry boy met me at the door. He waited patiently until I was in the house.

“Hey, Hawk. Did you miss me? ”

Those few words, and me squatting to pet him, released the enthusiastic pup he could still be. I patiently and happily accepted all the licks and sniffs and nuzzles before I grabbed his toys and headed to the backyard.

An hour later, Hawk had done his business and run off some of the pent-up energy from being home alone all night.

I got him fed, grabbed a protein shake for myself, guzzling it down quickly.

I headed for the shower. There was still plenty of time before I needed to leave, but I couldn’t help myself.

I hadn’t wanted to leave Aiden behind this morning, and I was anxious to get back to him.

I just hoped he was as anxious to spend some more time with me.